His instinct, still, even after so long on board the Enterprise, is still to call for Andromeda, still to ask his ship what the hell just happened. The turbolift shakes, and Dylan feels himself tense as his eyes go up to the ceiling of the lift.

It's not moving.

"Computer, deck seven!" he repeats.

Nothing.

He tries the door. Also nothing.

"This is not good."

It's starting to become a pattern when he and Marion get into a room together, since that awful day when the holodeck had conjured up Sara's ghost for him. For them.

It's only then that he turns to look, more fully, at Marion. He blinks at what she's wearing, but the important thing is the look on her face. It's not impressed.